Don't Leave

'Wait, hold on. Who's Hanamura?'

Akechi shifted a bit, pulling a strand of hair from his cheek.

"Hanamura's the detective. He's a psychic, and right now they're trying to figure out what they did to the letter. Do you remember the letter?"

Saiki squeezed him tighter.

"I'm going to take that as a 'no,'" he said, smiling. "The letter was written in the style of a suicide note, but they're trying to figure out what's wrong with it. All the signs point to murder, but the note is breaking the trend. But apparently, there's a lyrical style that Yakumizara would write in that the letter tripped up on. There's speculation that Ami was..."

As much as Saiki enjoyed the sound of his voice, most of his words were going in one ear and coming out the other. Akechi was lying on top of him, on his bed, in his room. For the first ten minutes or so, his head had been resting on his chest, but as soon as he got riled up about the plot of the movie, he had been facing forward to look directly at Saiki, to lecture him about the movie he was sure he wouldn't remember the plot of anyways.

He didn't think he'd mind it so much, considering he'd let Akechi pick the movie.

As if it was really about the movie.

"And when they were saying- What is that...?"

Well, he noticed fast.

'You were hot. I cooled you down.'

"Oh. Did you hear my thoughts, then? I think I thought about it a few times... Oh, well. Either way, thank you, Kusuo-kun!

Akechi forgot about the movie plot for the sake of watching it, and Saiki thanked his lucky stars because now he was cool and cuddled up, wrapping his arms around his neck and giving him the perfect opportunity to run his fingers through his hair. He felt his weight shift towards him and his breathing slow.

And finally, he's quiet.

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Twelve minutes passed.

Their movie-watching had gone uninterrupted for the most part (though they definitely didn't count small pecks on the cheek and quiet sighs as interruptions in the slightest) until the temperature change became more overwhelming than originally anticipated.

Akechi began to move around more, clinging on tighter and scooching closer than he had been a few moments ago.

Is he tired of sitting like this? He's not going to get up, is he?

The thought certainly did not appeal to Saiki.

Meanwhile, Akechi was plotting.

There's a blanket about four centimeters from where my foot is, and I probably could grab it somehow without shifting around too much. Of course, there's always the possibility that I'll merely push it away, making all my current efforts for naught.

He slowly and carefully wiggled his foot, attempting (and failing) to even graze at the blanket he'd pulled off earlier.

Oh, and I have socks on. That's inconvenient... and if I move too much, I'll disturb Kusuo-kun...

The edge of his sock made a nearly imperceptible flip-flap sound when the elastic moved as he poked it with his other foot.

Maybe if I take off my sock, I can pull it up...

Akechi continued to struggle silently as Saiki internally scoffed.

Hmm... I can fix this too, actually.